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Boys and Girls
When I was pregnant I was convinced I was having a boy.
I think in a way it was because I was scared of having a boy. And I like to face my fears. I am from a family of 3 girls. I went to a girls’ school. I’m not a girly girl, and many of my friends are lads, but baby girls? More of a comfort zone.
But I had a girl. A gorgeous, bouncing baby girl.
Hubs and i pledged that we would not try to influence her into being a girly girl. That we wouldn’t dress her all in pink. She would have girls’ toys, boys’ toys and unisex toys. She’d play with toy cars and dollies, pushchairs and tractors.
And you know, she does. But yet there is a generous dose of girly stereotype too. And I don’t know how much of that is nature or nurture.
All of the other 8 mums in my NCT group went on to have boys. Most of my friends, who already had children, had boys. Moo is often the sole girl at playdates. Moo finds the boys, en masse, too boisterous. We had a NCT meet up on Monday. One of the mums had brought along her new baby girl. The boys were all playing in the playroom, charging around, crashing cars. Moo was sitting with the adults, pointing out the baby’s toes, ears, eyes, cheeks, and asking if she could give her a cuddle and a kiss.
She is obsessed with babies. And with putting her toys to bed. With cuddles (@peabee72 was called back on a recent meeting because she hadn’t given moo the requisite cuddle). Moo likes to wear dresses and skirts, rather than trousers, and says she is “pretty” (ok, so I know that one must have been taught by me – but I’m sure mums of boys tell them they are handsome or gorgeous).
She does love to play with stones, and gets muddy, but insists on having her hands wiped as soon as they are (definitely not learnt from me!). She’s tidy. Socks must be tucked into shoes when they are taken off, and shoes placed by the front door. I really have no idea where she gets that from. I’m not known for my tidiness…
The difference between the genders is a tough one. The “right on” approach seems to be that you shouldn’t insist girls are girly, that they should have all the same experiences as boys. Somehow, that see-saw never seems to go the other way – there’s not a huge market for pink boys clothes, or, heaven forbid, skirts!! I know little boys who play with dolls and prams, but generally behind closed doors, or if they have sisters.
Boys seem to be struggling in school, with education, but they are still dominant in the workplace. There is still a pay gap, a power gap. Should I be worried about Moo?
I don’t know how much we are affecting Moo’s behaviour. I don’t know how much it is affected by her gender, and how much by her general personality. Moo is very definitely a girl. And a gentle girl at that. I, for one, am going to embrace that, and all its facets, and encourage her to be all that she can be.
Equal, but different.